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under the moonlight,
Flipping through nothing
But empty pages,
A thought,
'What if I kiss the fire'..
flames alight the room
floating..chained to bed ..
Woke up in a ruin ..
Where am I at ?
Surrounded by dead eager shadows
She whistles,
"I've been having dreams"
Trip and i fall in..
Her eyes....tears,
bright warm stars ..
the infinite gaps...
Each gap telling a story of its own,
a story that only
I will ever read. ..
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YOU ARE READING
Me her ...tears/love?
PoetryDear reader Ever wondered what Love really meant... well the following poems are written for her by a stranger(me). Some unheard words, some left unspoken, some were left in me by her. It ain't about a broken heart instead it's about the word 'Love'...
